The second I brought up my dad, Wayne clammed up. Guess it's hard to chat when your dad's the reason mine's gone."There will never be meatballs I like in this world again," I said, staring down at the meatballs Xander had made. I tried to sound casual, like I didn't care, but my brain was screaming, 'Don't blow this! Don't let Wayne catch on about Xander.'Because now? I knew. Xander was Hayden. The disguise, the secrecy—it wasn't random. He had a reason. Whatever it was, I just had to roll with it for now."Rea, I'm really sorry about your parents." His voice dripped guilt, but his face? Ugh, it was all fake pity, like he thought that'd fix anything.It didn't. If anything, it made my stomach twist, but I just smiled tight and said, "It's not your fault."He gave a bitter smile. "You're... so kind, Rea."Yeah, kind enough to almost forgive his family once. Key word: almost. I'd learned better. No way I'd let that slide—not now, not ever.I needed to end this convo before I sna
Xander let out a couple of startled coughs on the other end, clearly caught off guard by my overly sweet tone. "What kind of favor?" he asked, trying to sound composed."DracoLux doesn't just have male models; they must have female ones too, right? Are you close to any of them?" I asked bluntly. Now that I was sure he was Hayden, I didn't see the point in holding back.Honestly, it was almost laughable. After all my sneaky efforts to figure out if he was Hayden, a simple plate of meatballs had been the thing to out him."What are you planning to do?" he asked, still keeping up his act.I couldn't tell if the meatballs were his way of dropping a hint, but since he was so committed to the undercover bit, I decided to roll with it. "Oh, nothing big. I just want to try something new—see what it's like to be a female model there.""What?" His voice cracked, loaded with disbelief."I want to be a female model in DracoLux," I repeated, biting back a laugh. "I figured you could help me g
"Out with it. What do you really want?" Xander finally asked, cutting through the back-and-forth.Now that I was certain who he really was, there was no point in holding back. "I have a friend who might be at DracoLux. I need to know how she's doing—and make sure someone's protecting her."I hesitated before adding, "Her name is Demi Young."Silence.I couldn't tell if he was shocked or if he'd already known.Considering he had his reasons for infiltrating DracoLux under a fake identity, it wouldn't surprise me if Demi was already on his radar. After all, he'd been there for months. He must've uncovered something."Fine. I'll help you," he said at last, his tone firm. "But you're not putting yourself in danger."That protective edge might have comforted someone else, but for me, it only made my chest tighten. He said DracoLux was dangerous—but Demi was already inside.Had something already happened to her? The thought sent a shiver down my spine."Did you hear me?" Xander pres
My hand froze for a second, a shiver sliding down my spine.Was Tanya some kind of ghost?How had she snuck up so silently that I hadn't even noticed her?I didn't know how long she'd been standing there or if she'd caught the message I was about to send. But honestly? Even if she had, it didn't matter. I was the boss, and taking a photo of my own bar was perfectly within my rights.Twisting my phone casually in my hand, I gave her a professional smile. "Do undercover bosses usually roll in with a marching band?"Tanya slid into the seat across from me and gestured toward the revamped bar. "I made some changes to the decor. Thought it might freshen things up for the customers."I nodded, taking it all in. "Not bad. It's definitely got a new vibe.""As long as you're happy with it," she replied, signaling a server to bring drinks over."You're someone I handpicked for this job. How could I not be?" I said, glancing around the room. "Just proves I've got a good eye. You've got re
Wayne's patience had been tested plenty over the past decade, but that didn't mean I didn't enjoy messing with him now and then."Sorry, Wayne. Got held up with something," I said, plastering on a half-apologetic smile as I sat down."No worries. As long as you're here, I don't mind waiting."His overly sweet tone was borderline cringe-worthy. I ducked my head, pretending to rearrange the utensils so I wouldn't have to meet his gaze.Wayne waved a waiter over, motioning for me to order first. But honestly, I was still stuffed from the saucy braised meatballs I'd devoured earlier. Not wanting to seem rude, though, I picked a couple of random dishes off the menu.When the food arrived, it wasn't just what I'd ordered. Wayne had taken it upon himself to add a bunch of extra dishes to the table."We're just here for a simple meal, to eat and be full. Ordering this much is a bit much," I said, gesturing at the spread. "We're probably wasting food.""I only ordered what I know you lik
I was completely caught off guard. Instinctively, I ducked my head, twisting to avoid him.But Wayne was stronger, and when he was this determined, there was no way I could break free."Rea, why is it okay for them, but not for me?" he rasped, his voice hoarse with anger and frustration. "I love you just as much as they do—maybe even more."I couldn't think clearly, let alone explain anything. All I wanted was to shove him away, to escape, but I didn't have the strength to fight him off.His lips brushed the top of my head, then slid to my cheek. When he nuzzled against my neck, I felt the weight pressing on my waist vanished as Wayne was shoved back."Mr. Johnston," Xander's voice cut through the tension. "Things between men and women should be consensual. Forcing them? Well, that kind of ruins all the fun, don't you think?"His tone was nothing like Hayden's. I didn't know how Xander had managed to transform himself so completely, but hearing his voice right then felt like a li
"Don't move," he rasped, his voice dropping all the fake softness he'd been using. It came out raw, almost jagged.So, the voice was an act too. Smirking, I leaned in closer. "You're so cool to the touch... feels amazing..."Before he could respond, someone stepped out of the restaurant, their gaze flicking toward us. Without a second thought, Xander scooped me up and made a beeline for his car.Even as he carried me, I kept up my game. I nuzzled against his chest like a needy kitten, going as far as tugging at the buttons on his shirt with my teeth.His whole body went rigid, his heartbeat hammering under my cheek. Heat radiated off him like his self-control was barely holding together—if it even existed in the first place.So much for all that composed, cool-guy energy. Total myth.Finally, Xander carried me to his car. As he leaned down to set me in the passenger seat, I looped my arms around his neck, leaning forward to press a kiss against his throat.Okay, yeah—I'll admit
By the time Xander dropped me off at home, I'd already shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.What else was I supposed to do?Let him, under a fake name, take me to bed for a night of passion? No way.I couldn't let myself give in. It would only fuel his arrogance, making him think that no matter what identity he hid behind, as long as he had that face, he could have me whenever he wanted."Still want me?" Xander's voice brushed against my ear as he carried me.There was something dangerously playful about him.I didn't answer. But when he set me down on the bed, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down with me.It had been too long. I'd been alone for too long. Tonight, I just wanted him to stay—even if nothing happened.He didn't push me away. Instead, in the stillness, I heard his low whisper. "I'm sorry. Just wait a little longer..."So, there it was—his reasons, spoken but still vague.Fine. I'd wait.I'd wait until the day he finally admitted it, until the word
Keira chuckled softly. "Well, a DNA test isn’t a bad idea. At least then you won’t have to worry about being related to Mr. Ace if you two get together." Lena's eyebrows shot up instantly. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you want me to hit you?" "Go ahead. If you break anything, you’ll have to compensate me," Keira said smugly, knowing full well she had a trump card—her precious little one growing inside her. Their playful banter caught the attention of the people in the room. They exchanged amused glances. "The things girls find joy in are beyond us," one of them said with a smile. "Let’s hope they stay happy forever," Aaron added, just as his phone began to ring. Glancing at the caller ID, he nodded at Hayden. "I’ll take this call." Aaron walked toward his study. Hayden also pulled out his phone, while Lena and Keira moved to the sofa. Keira recounted Lena’s gossip to him. "Hayden, do you think I could be the person the Mitchell family owes a debt to?" "It’s not
"I don't know them!" Lena shook her head. Was she joking? Keira pinched her lightly and looped her arm through hers as they continued walking inside. Lena began, "I heard some gossip from my colleagues, something about the Mitchell family of Windy City." "Let’s hear it," Keira said, strolling leisurely alongside her. Meanwhile, Hayden had already marched ahead, carrying the luggage into the hall. He was always efficient and precise, a trait ingrained in his very being from his military days. It showed in his every move, even in his stride. "A while back, the only legitimate heir of the Mitchell family in Windy City had an accident. Apparently, he fell from something high, hit his head, and ended up as a vegetable," she said. Keira had already heard Hayden mention this earlier. "That’s it?" she pouted dismissively. Lena huffed. "There’s more." "The Mitchell family has spared no expense trying to treat him. They’ve consulted every expert in the country, flown in wave afte
Hayden took out his phone and made a call. “There’s a car tailing me and my wife. Find out their identity, but make sure they don’t realize we’re onto them,” he instructed. “Why don’t you want them to know we’ve noticed?” Keira asked, puzzled. “Don’t startle the snake. If they really have ulterior motives, taking care of this group might just bring another wave,” Hayden explained. His reasoning made sense, and Keira nodded in understanding. They picked up Lena’s suitcase and were on their way to deliver it when the car behind them got rear-ended. They stopped to check, and Hayden received a message—a series of photos and some information. “Windy City… the Mitchell family?” Hayden muttered under his breath. Keira leaned over to look at the photos. One showed the driver partially visible, cautiously keeping the car windows barely open. The backseat passenger was only captured in silhouette. But Hayden’s people were well-prepared and used high-definition cameras, managing to cap
Ever since the matter with the Drago family and Wayne was resolved, and Hayden returned safely, Keira thought all the danger was behind them. But now, with Hayden’s sudden remark, unease crept back into her. It wasn’t fear; it was something else. Now that she had a baby on the way, she just wanted to get through each day peacefully, ensuring her child could come into this world happy and safe. Through the rearview mirror, she saw the car tailing them. It was a large SUV—imposing and sturdy. "If you were to collide with them head-on now, what are our chances of winning?" she asked Hayden. He let out a soft chuckle. "What do you think?" To make getting in and out of the car more convenient and comfortable for Keira, Hayden had chosen to drive a corporate vehicle. In terms of size, the car behind them was far larger than theirs. "Even if we could win a collision, we won’t do it," Hayden said, taking her hand in his. "Don’t worry. Once we reach the next stop, I’ll let you out
Keira hung up the phone, chuckling to herself. When Hayden returned, he found her smiling. “What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked, glancing at the TV, which was off, and then at her phone, which she wasn’t using either. Keira reached for the durian he had bought her. Lately, she’d been craving it like an addict. No idea why—it was as if she couldn’t get enough of it. “I’ll wash my hands and cut it for you,” Hayden said, stopping her from handling it. “You just need to eat.” He pulled her along to wash her hands as well. Hayden stood behind her at the sink, his arms wrapping around her protectively. As he washed her hands, she recounted the story about Lena. “The car accident on the news is probably the same one,” he commented. “But it only mentioned the White family.” “Aaron has always kept a low profile,” Keira replied, but as she turned her head, her words were cut off. Her lips brushed against his. It was completely unintentional, yet somehow, it was a perfect
Going back to her family’s home was out of the question. Lena would rather move her luggage back to Aaron’s place and stay with him. Though Mrs. Lane could pressure her, she couldn’t do the same with Aaron. In the end, she had no choice but to relent, though her frustration was evident. Grinding her teeth, she snapped, “You’re both so stubborn!” As she left the room, Mrs. Lane gave Lena a pointed glare, clearly displeased that she hadn’t sided with her or tried to convince Aaron otherwise. “Lena,” Mrs. Lane said sternly, “from today until your little uncle fully recovers, you’re responsible for taking care of him. This includes changing his bandages, accompanying him to check-ups, and handling all of his daily needs—everything from meals to mobility.” Mrs. Lane’s commanding tone reminded Lena of why she’d often likened her mother to a tyrant. At least to her, Mrs. Lane had always been domineering and overbearing. Lena had clashed with her mother many times over the years, par
"How’s your injury? Are you alright?" Lena asked James. “I’m fine… well, nothing serious,” James said, rubbing his head. He hadn’t thought much of it initially, but now, with the bandages wrapped around his head, he suddenly felt his injury was far worse. Even his head started to feel a bit dizzy. “Make sure to rest. I’m going to see my little uncle. Which room is he in?” Lena asked. “He’s over there. I’ll take you,” James offered enthusiastically. “No need. You should rest,” Lena said, sparing him the trouble. Just then, James’s phone rang. Holding his head, he answered and walked ahead, leaving Lena to her thoughts. Watching him walk away, she felt a heavy weight in her chest. If James, sitting in the backseat, ended up like this, Aaron, who had been driving, must be in much worse shape. With a deep breath, she made her way to Aaron’s hospital room. She had just taken a few steps when the treatment room door opened behind her, and two nurses walked out chatting. “It’s s
In the hospital room, James held up his phone, snapping selfies from left and right. After examining the pictures, he muttered, “Who’s the shameless person claiming I’m seriously injured? If they have the nerve to say it, I don’t even have the face to admit it.” All he had was a slightly reddened bump on his forehead from hitting the seat—no cuts, no bruises. Yet the unscrupulous reporters painted a picture of him being half-dead, making it headline news. Just earlier, he’d received a tearful phone call from his mother, who’d cried her heart out over the exaggerated reports. “If you feel bad about letting people down, go find a rock or a concrete wall and hit your head harder. Then it’ll be believable,” Aaron quipped, earning a sharp glare from James. “You’ve got some nerve, Aaron! That car I crashed was brand new—just picked it up yesterday. You owe me!” James grumbled, clutching his chest in mock heartbreak. “My assistant will be here later. If you can still walk, go pick up
“Damn it, Aaron, you—ah, hell…” James’s head slammed into the seat, making him howl in pain. The car came to a screeching stop, smoke billowing from the hood. But the scariest part wasn’t the damage to the car—it was the sight of the driver’s side, crumpled from the impact. Aaron sat there, his face growing visibly paler. He glanced at his trapped arm, then slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice, “Call 911. Don’t call the police.” “What do you mean, don’t call the police? Who’s going to pay for my car?” James groaned, clutching his throbbing head. “I’ll pay. I’ve been drinking,” Aaron muttered, his words earning a string of curses from James. - When Lena opened her eyes, it was 5:30 a.m. Despite having gone to bed late, she woke early, her mind unusually alert. She stared at her surroundings, familiar yet strangely distant. It took her a few seconds to remember—she had moved back home from Aaron’s place the previous night. Letting out a deep sigh, she grabbed her